It’s the moment before
that last drop of rain
that you never thought you’d live to see come down.
It’s the feeling before
your whole life rearranged
when you didn’t even recognize the change.
When suddenly you have become strange
and at a loss for words
even when the script is open to your cue.
Every time there is a place
where you would rather be
and your sunset smile has turned flimsy
on your paper face.
The one’s you love
have worn you like a glove
now tossed aside and astride the thoughts
that by god this isn’t the life you wanted.
It’s only a feeling of course
you whisper as you realize
all your eternal sparkled summers had an end.
It’s a feeling you’re sure
the feeling of a string
separated from thoughts,
Lost.
This is the feeling of unravelling.